Just after leaving Lin Zhigang's line of sight, Qu Yimin hurried forward,
"Uncle, this man is definitely lying."
"When they came out of the Zombie Tide, I saw him with that couple, and they never searched for supplies outside."
"Yet, their supplies were always enough."
"I also looked inside their camper, and it didn't look like it was stuffed with supplies, so they definitely must have a transmission ticket."
Uncle Qu nodded, his expression solemn, and turning his head to look at Qu Yimin, he said with emotion,
"After suffering outside, your mind has become much steadier."
Qu Yimin bowed her head, biting her lower lip. Even now, after Hu Yanxiang had been dead for so long, she was unable to free herself from the nightmares Hu Yanxiang had given her.
She gazed down at her toes, her eyes unable to meet anyone else's, even displaying a kind of timidity, and asked in a small voice,
"Uncle, where did my brother go?"
Uncle Qu's smile faded slightly,
